fleue

warnings: internalised homophobia, religious guilt, angst angst angst, homophobia, implied child abuse/neglect (past) + more to be added

chapter count: unknown atm

song: spring into summer - lizzy mcalpine

CHAPTER LIST:

moodboard + playlist

ch.1: coming soon….

ch.2: coming soon….

ch.3: coming soon….

a.n: hiii, i’ve been wanting to do a series surrounding internalised homophobia and complicated family dynamics, both to explore it myself and to bring awareness to how your words can affect others. you might think it’s funny to call a guy who’s being rude gay because he was disrespectful, but your possibly gay friend who heard that will now know you associate that rudeness with being gay/queer. just something to think about! i do NOT want reader to have a specified race so if i accidentally add that call me out in the comments so i can change it 🤍 i want everyone to be able to enjoy this with me. let me know if you want a tag! this is mostly self indulgent so ill write it regardless of how much attention this post gets but if ur interested lmk!!

Dr. Jack Abbot:

✨| a whole lot of lovin’

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch:

coming soon…

Dr Dennis ‘Huckleberry’ Whitaker:

coming soon…

Dr Samira Mohan:

🐰🫀 | always, forever, running back to you — series masterlist

samira mohan is your best friend since childhood. how hard is it to stay that way?

MORE TO COME

A whimper escapes your throat, hands twitching on your thighs. Jack’s sitting on your shared bed with his legs spread, your figure kneeling in between them, looking up at him with reverence reserved for only him during times like this. Your hands slip between your thighs, playing with the lacy trim of your panties. It was a new set, baby pink with a viewing window in the back. Seeing it fresh in the box reminded you of other places his thumb had been—

“Where’s that pretty head at, huh baby? You gettin’ distracted?” He drawled from above you, chin tilted down as his dilated gaze met yours. His rough fingers, caused by years of service and selflessness, grip your chin ever so slightly tighter, smearing the saliva spread against your lips down the side of your face as his thumb resumes its movements against your jaw, light strokes bringing your attention back to him. “That’s it, eyes on me, think about me, nothing else. Empty that pretty little head of yours and let me take care of you, okay?” You nod immediately, head leaning into his hold as his other hand moves to his zipper, a deep groan reverberating through his chest as he relives himself of the pressure caused by the tightness of his jeans around his crotch.

Your eyes dip down from his face to the bulge peeking out of his pants, clad in his boxers. You get a few seconds of admiration before the hand holding your jaw nudges your head back up, wanting your attention back on him. “You mind if i lose the leg, sweets?” You nod, breath heavy and tongue flicking out to wet your lips as you watch him, his forearms flexing, veins bulging out as his hand drops from where it was cradling your jaw to assist his other in shoving his jeans down. Your hands come out to from between your thighs to help fully tug them off, beating him to it as you softly reach for where prosthetic meets skin. His hands go back to the bed, tight black shirt shifting to reveal a sliver of his stomach pudge when he leans back to watch you.

“That’s it, help an old man out,” Jack murmurs as he watches you release his leg, or what’s left of it, from the prosthetic, leaning forward to grab the artificial appendage and place it on the floor on the other side of the bed. You lean forward, pressing a small kiss onto the scar, Jack’s eyes softening as he watches. “So sweet, so good to me.” The words leave his mouth with sweet adoration coating them, looking down at you with irises swirling with lovesickness and lust.

“Wanna suck you off, wan’ you to fill my mouth.” The pleads fall from your lips, sticky with desperation as you glance up at him, head leaning against his sinewy thigh, feeling the hair against your soft cheek. Leaving soft kisses as you trail your way up to where his cock was straining in his boxers as his thick hands move from beside him on the bed to cup your face, his thumb repeating its earlier movements as it brushes against your bottom lip. You drop your jaw open slightly to take his thumb into your mouth, suckling at the pad and whimpering at the faint salty taste it leaves on your tongue. Your actions pull a hearty groan from his lips as he slowly pushes his thumb in further, before pulling it out slightly and pushing it back in again, mimicking the movement his cock would be making in the near future. The tension between the two of you meets its peak eventually as his other hand moves to the back of your head, gathering your hair and using the thumb in your mouth to press down on your tongue, drool gathering at the entrance as he leans down and lets a glob of spit drop into your mouth, the string breaking once it meets your tongue. As he removes his thumb, you don’t hesitate to swallow down what he’s given you.

Roughly exhaling, Jack brings the hand with the thumb that was just in your mouth to his boxers, freeing himself. His grip on your hair tightens as you immediately keen forward, keeping you in place. “Ah- ah,” He tuts, lightly stroking himself. “Remember what i taught you, be patient and i’ll give you what you want.” A whine escapes your lips at that, the old man above chuckling at the reaction he’s pulled from you.

“Alright,” He mumbles, guiding the tip of his cock to your lips, lightly tapping it against them and watching the pre coating his mushroom top mix with the saliva on your lips, attaching them through thin strings of fluid. Impatient, you lean forward with the little give you have and suckle on the head, a deep grunt leaving Jacks lips with your action, but he doesn’t move to stop you.

You lave your tongue around his tip, swallowing down the pre that leaks into your mouth as a result of your devotion. Jack loosens his hold on your hair and gives your neck its full range of motion back, and you take the opportunity to sink your mouth further down onto him, taking him deeper and ignoring the watering of your eyes and the slight burn in your jaw.

“Ah- That’s it- Yeah sweetheart, you’re doing so good.” The praise burns hot in your belly, thighs clenching together as your hands grip his hairy thighs tighter. Breathing through your nose, you close the gap between his crotch and your lips, feeling the coarse hair brush against your nose.

“Fuck-“ Jack chokes out, hand tightening in your hair as you take his outburst as a sign to keep going, bobbing your head up and down and using the little room you have in your mouth to lick up against the underside of his cock, pressing against the familiar pulsing vein.

“‘m not gonna last long, sweets. My stamina- ugh- isn’t what it once was,” Jack groans, head tilting back and exposing his neck. You want to bite him, mark him up, leave a permanent reminder of yourself on his body for him to find later while you’re asleep, for other people to see and know that he’s taken. Your eyes flutter shut as you focus on the sensation of his tip hitting the back of your throat, ignoring the burning in your lips from the stretch and the soreness building as your jaw is held open. You swallow around him and trigger a series of events; Both his hands tangle in your hair, tugging you down to hold you close to his crotch as he groans and finishes down your throat, Jack’s own mouth dropping open slightly as his orgasm wracks through him. You swallow down as much as you can, a whimper leaving you when you feel his cum escape from your mouth and drip down your chin. Cock twitching in your mouth from the aftershocks of his mind numbing orgasm, he hurriedly pulls you off and his strong hands pull you up onto his lap before settling on your hips.

“So good, you’re so good to me. You did amazing baby.” He murmurs, licking up the cum that escaped and pressing his lips against yours, brushing his tongue against your lips, requesting entrance to your mouth. When you allow it, he groans once more, using his tongue to push the small amount of escaped cum back into your mouth, the salty taste mixing with saliva from both of you. Jack leans back, letting himself fall back on the mattress with you plastered against his front, rolling over so your back hits the mattress. His fingers trail down your sides, thumbs brushing against your hips before tugging at the waistband of the lacey pink panties he had bought you, and you had worn for him.

“Let me make you feel good, sweetheart”

an: so my first work guyz, not proofread at all… let me know what you think 😞😞 don’t be silent! like comment subscribe send asks mwah. remember to drink water and eat food and take ur medicine and a moment to breathe. also lmk if u want a second part where he ravages you.

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